Music is: "Never Alone"
Reflections Midi Pages
walked into the grocery store not particularly interested in buying groceries.
I wasn't hungry. The pain of losing my husband of 37 years was still
too raw. And this grocery store held so many sweet memories. Rudy
often came with me and almost every time he'd pretend to go off and look
for something special. I knew what he was up to. I'd always spot him walking
down the aisle with the three yellow roses in his hands. Rudy knew
I loved yellow roses. With a heart filled with grief, I only wanted
to buy my few items and leave, but even grocery shopping was different
since Rudy had passed on.
for one took time, a little more thought than it had for two. Standing
by the meat, I searched for the perfect small steak and remembered how
Rudy had loved his steak. Suddenly a woman came beside me. She was
blond, slim and lovely in a soft green pantsuit. I watched as she
picked up a large pack of T-bones, dropped them in her basket, hesitated,
and then put them back. She turned to go and once again reached for the
pack of steaks. She saw me watching her and she smiled. "My husband
loves T-bones, but honestly, at these prices, I don't know."
swallowed the emotion down my throat and met her pale blue eyes. "My husband
passed away eight days ago," I told her. Glancing at the package in her
hands, I fought to control the tremble in my voice. "Buy him the steaks.
And cherish every moment you have together." She shook her head and
I saw the emotion in her eyes as she placed the package in her basket and
wheeled away. I turned and pushed my cart across the length of the
store to the dairy products. There I stood, trying to decide which size
milk I should buy. A quart, I finally decided and moved on to the ice cream
section near the front of the store. If nothing else, I could always fix
myself an ice cream cone.
placed the ice cream in my cart and looked down the aisle toward the front.
I saw first the green suit, then recognized the pretty lady coming towards
me. In her arms she carried a package. On her face was the brightest smile
I had ever seen. I would swear a soft halo encircled her blond hair as
she kept walking toward me, her eyes holding mine. As she came closer,
I saw what she held and tears began misting in my yes.
are for you," she said and placed three beautiful long stemmed yellow roses
in my arms. "When you go through the line, they will know these are paid
for." She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, then
smiled again. I wanted to tell her what she'd done, what the roses
meant, but still unable to speak, I watched as she walked away as tears
clouded my vision. I looked down at the beautiful roses nestled in
the green tissue wrapping and found it almost unreal. How did she know?
Suddenly the answer seemed so clear. I wasn't alone. "Oh, Rudy, you haven't
forgotten me, have you?" I whispered, with tears in my eyes. He was still
with me, and she was his angel. Everyday be thankful for what you have
and who you are.
though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings, thank you, Lord,
that I can hear. There are many who are deaf. Even though I keep
my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible, thank you,
Lord, that I can see. Many are blind.
though I huddle in my bed and put off rising, thank you, Lord, that
I have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden. Even
though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is
burned and tempers are short, my children are so loud, thank you, Lord,
for my family. There are many who are lonely. Even though our breakfast
table never looks like the pictures in magazines and the menu is at times
unbalanced, thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There are many
who are hungry.
though the routine of my job often is monotonous, thank you, Lord, for
the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job. Even though
I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances
were not so modest, thank you, Lord, for life!
friend is someone we turn to when our spirits
friend is someone to treasure.
friendship is a gift.
friend is someone who fills our lives with Beauty, Joy and Grace and makes
the world we live in a better and happier place.